The Seven Rides of Sara-Lou
A tale of seven rides she told; each word, she swore, was true.
(a song, to be sung country-western style, with a jangly guitar)I knew a girl in my hometown her name was Sara-LouA tale of seven rides she told each word, she swore, was true.Sixteen, she hitched thru Tennessee; he drove a black sedan.Her young pert breasts, her languid arm he wound his window down.They stopped at dawn round Memphis way, across his hood she sprawled.Her skin warmed 'gainst the cool night b...